Capone Bege Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

She carried a glass of her lychee-turmeric juice and walked to the balcony for some fresh air. On Ben’s table, opposite Ben sat Dolce in a lady’s outfit. “Mr Adalase or Shall I call you Ben for old times’ sake?” Dolce laughed. “You will call me Major General Adalase or as people in your circle call me ‘Devil’.” Ben’s voice was cold as ice. He had a hunch, and it was spot on. “Alright, Devil” Dolce laughed “Let me send you home with a drink.” Dolce pushed the drink in front of him towards Ben.

Victoria felt like she had stepped straight into someone else’s sin. — The table was pitch black, obsidian, and only twelve seats lined its edges. Warm, dim amber light spilled over everything, leaving faces half in shadow. No menus and no phones were allowed. At the head of the table stood Sebastian Montez. He moved like the room was his, because it was. He wore a black chef’s jacket that looked tailored for sin more than service. He was tall and had a commanding presence, dark hair, a sculpted jaw, and had ridiculous sunglasses perched on his nose - and even though it was night, and they were indoors, the shades worked. Not like a joke, but like armor.

STR-186 DEF-155 DEX-31 Speed-56 AGI-56 Mana-150 INT-30 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Fire Art( Unique) Dark Vision(R) Dual Blade Mastery(Unique) Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Feral Lunge(Mystic) Hunger For Blood(Unique) Recharge(Mystic)] [A Creature created during the failed attempt to recreate human genes, The Capra demon is a monster that is relentless in its pursuit and feral in its attacks. Resembling a large humanoid with a goat's head] Oh yeah, this is cool and all, but why are you guys looking so scary? Do you have a goat skull head? There is another summon with a creepy giant head that smiles creepily! I see you also received the fire element h

Nuella stuck her tongue out again, licking gently at the cap of his cock while glaring up at him with hazy eyes that held nothing but desperate desire. “Oh…” Devine growled, feeling his muscle twitch as every suck on his dick cap. He glared down at the innocent yet nasty cock taking slut! His personal slut, the one whose mouth accommodated him better than the pussy of every damn lady he had screwed in the past. Devine’s hand moved to the back of Nutella's neck, but before he could make a move she had parted her mouth, letting his cock slip past her lips. The air around the room stiffened.

“What makes you think he would hand over an asshole like Durant for one woman?” “It’s not just about who you are to him, but also this.” He gestured around the room. I cocked a brow. “I don’t understand.” “Oh, haven’t you heard of the ledi v lente? Lady in the tape?” He leaned in. “We’ve all heard the tale. On the day of his initiation as the capo of the Vitale Crime Empire,” he raised his voice as he took the name, “he received a tape of a woman having sex with the enemy, which traumatised him completely.”

I impatiently said. He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "In the business world, every help comes with a price. There's nothing free in this world. So, in exchange for the help I'll give your company, I want you to marry my daughter. Marry Symphony." I was speechless. I was astounded by what I just heard. "We didn't agree on anything like that, Mr. Congressman," Papa said in surprise. Looks like he was also caught off guard. "Well, change of mind, Mr. Borromeo," Congressman Del Martin grinned.

The Deathbringers was a pack led by an incredibly powerful leader—Alpha Kane, but everyone called him the Devil Alpha. It was rumoured that his eyes were pitch black during transformation, a color that no Alpha had ever had. Some said he got it by making a deal with the devil while others claimed he was the devil. I agree with the latter. He had to be the devil, believing otherwise would mean that there was something worse than him out there. That in itself, was a more terrifying thought.

His patience snapped. "What? Speak!" he barked. One of the men hesitated, then swallowed his fear and handed Leonardo a scalpel and a ribbon—one that seemed oddly familiar. Leonardo's brow furrowed as he examined the items. "Why the fuck would Levi’s things be near the corpse? Who the hell is trying to copy her so bad?" The men bowed their heads, shaking them vigorously. One finally gathered enough courage to step forward and handed him a folded note. The man continued, "Capo, You should see this note'

Her mouth actually fell open. Brad, to his credit, tried to play it cool. He smirked and gestured between us like we were old friends. “Stacey, this is Sebastian,” he said smoothly. “Sebastian, this is my girl, Stacey.” I gave her a small, polite nod. “Hey.” Her face was surprised with her mouth almost opening wide, like she had just discovered the juiciest piece of gossip in all of Hawthorne. The captain of Westfield suddenly living under the same roof as her boyfriend?

"What's the hurry? Got tired of that jailbird ex-wife, huh? Time to taste some fresh Vitale meat? Hahaha!" My eyes went cold as steel. My hand rested on the cold grip of my gun. My lips pressed into a thin line. "You done?" "If you are, then get the hell out of my way." The Capo who started it, one of the Vitale dogs, got shut down. His face turned pale, then red. He looked back at Cassandra, who had just caught up. Cassandra’s face was white as a sheet. She frowned, trying to take my arm, to save some face in front of her men.